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Chapter 277 Morgan le Fay, you didn't want this either...
Chapter 277 Morgan le Fay, you didn't want this either...
Before his transmigration, Connors had heard of the so-called "happiness of the tycoons."
Previously, he could only think about it in his mind, but as the "Lady of Shangdu" slowly squatted down in her gorgeous medieval dress, Connors felt that he had experienced it firsthand.
Inside the psychic hut, Lady Shangdu displayed unprecedented gentleness and obedience, captivating Connors and leaving him unable to extricate himself.
Fortunately, there is no concept of time in the "Mystery House". Even Connors, who has superhuman physical abilities, was exhausted when he came out of the psychic house. Only a moment had passed in the outside world.
Standing on the street outside the psychic hut, Connors casually found a chair to sit on and bask in the sun for a while. "Photosynthesis" gradually restored his lost strength, and soon his physical condition returned to its peak.
He was alright, but Lady Shangdu inside the psychic hut was exhausted. She looked as if she had just been pulled out of a pool of water, her clothes were completely soaked, and there were water stains everywhere in the hut.
"Connors, please shut down the psychic hut for me. I won't be accepting any psychic readings or fortune telling for the next month."
Lady Shangdu's weak voice came from inside the house. Connors chuckled inwardly and used "Master Lockpicker" to completely lock the psychic hut from the inside and in the sense of the rules.
As for Lady Shangdu's survival in the small house, there's no need to worry. Even if she's not the best, she's still a "prophet" skilled in various forms of magic, so such trivial matters are no challenge for her.
"Now we should go find Morgan le Fay and see what kind of dream this witch has cast to make the 'Lord Hunter' completely fall into depravity."
Connors muttered to himself that he didn't know where Morgan Lefève was, but the advantage of "teleportation" was that it could be done as long as there was a specific target.
One second Connors is on the streets of an unknown small town, the next he is thousands of miles away.
Morgan le Fay, still wearing her magnificent medieval gown, strolled slowly through a museum.
This museum displays various medieval armors and paintings; because the armors are arranged in a left-right order,
At first glance, it doesn't look like a museum; it looks more like a mausoleum.
The mischievous Mordred was casually hacking at the armor with a medieval longsword, while Morgan le Fay's eyes were shrouded in a hazy pinkish-purple magic, as if he were searching for something.
Her gaze shifted from the armor destroyed by her child Mordred, and she scanned the museum bit by bit.
Suddenly, the composure and elegance on her face vanished, replaced by a strange sense of dread—she saw Connors' face.
Just as Morgan Lefebvre was wondering if she was hallucinating, Connors waved his hand at her:
"Madam, what are you busy with?"
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Morgan Lefève: "..—
Her face turned pale and then flushed, clearly remembering what Connors had done to her cherry-like lips back in the Mysterious House.
Connors looked at Morgan Lefebvre's gorgeous medieval dress with a strange expression, and for a moment he saw the shadow of Lady Shangdu, whom he had just parted ways with, in her.
"I'm doing what I've been pursuing all my life, and I hope you won't get in my way."
Morgan Lefebvre composed himself and said, trying to appear calm.
Connors wasn't in a hurry; he wasn't there to stop Morgan Lefève.
He didn't forget his role as a "spectator." Stopping Morgan le Fay was the job of superheroes; as a spectator, his job was simply to enjoy the show.
Because Connors used "telepathy" to shield Mordred the moment he appeared, the brat didn't notice his mother's abnormality, nor did he find Connors's whereabouts.
He continued to carelessly hack and slash at the artifacts in the museum with his sword.
Morgan Lefebvre's throat moved slightly; the scent of heather seemed to linger deep within her throat, making her hesitant to make any rash moves in front of Connors.
But a stalemate couldn't go on. Seeing that Connors didn't seem to intend to stop him, Morgan Lefebvre slowly moved his feet, continuing to scan his surroundings while cautiously keeping an eye on Connors.
Finally, Morgan le Fay stopped beside an unassuming medieval wooden box.
This wooden box is placed in the far corner of the museum. If it weren't for the glass case blocking the view, Connors might have thought it was a piece of trash that a passerby had accidentally thrown away.
But Morgan Lefebvre slowly squatted down, his fair hands showing no disgust at the dust on the wooden box as he opened it.
The wooden box was empty.
Morgan Lefebvre's heart sank, and his face turned ashen.
Connors asked curiously:
"What are you looking for?"
Morgan Lefebvre remained silent, seemingly believing that his silence would render Connors helpless.
But Connors had a better approach; he stepped forward and grabbed Morgan Lefebvre's hand.
"Morgan Leffe, you don't want to appear embarrassed in front of the children, do you?"
Morgan Lefebvre gritted his teeth and unleashed a torrent of pinkish-purple magic, hoping to repel Connors. Unfortunately, these spells, which Connors was too lazy to even comprehend, were completely unable to shake the "Chaos Magic" and "Vishanti White Magic" in the slightest.
The pinkish-purple magic emanating from Morgan le Fay attracted the attention of Mordred, who was hacking away at a tall, medieval knight named Kayshin not far away.
"Mom, what are you doing?"
"It's nothing, don't come any closer." Morgan Lefebvre was startled, but tried his best to speak in a normal tone.
"Oh," Mordred replied, continuing to wield the longsword.
After comforting his own child, Morgan Lefebvre then grasped Connors' hand and pleaded in a low voice:
"Please don't do this—"
"Then you have to tell me what you're looking for here." Connors remained unmoved.
"We need to find the Philosopher's Stone, the one Mordred wore around her neck." Morgan le Fay wanted nothing more than to tell Connors everything he knew.
"Wasn't that rock destroyed?" Connors asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Foolish—I'm sorry," Morgan Lefebvre instinctively wanted to reprimand him, but quickly realized that Connors was now in control. "The Philosopher's Stone cannot be destroyed; it will follow the traces of history and appear where it once appeared."
"That would take a lot of effort to find," Connors said, frowning. He wasn't interested in the Philosopher's Stone, but Morgan le Fay seemed to care about it so much that he probably had some new plan in mind.
"I found the Philosopher's Stone here when it was destroyed last time, but it has now disappeared without a trace. I suspect that someone else got there first."
Morgan Lefebvre also frowned her beautiful eyebrows, which, combined with her newly styled long golden hair and gorgeous dress, gave Connors the illusion of a "princess of a fallen kingdom".
"Then tell me what happened before you came here to find the Philosopher's Stone," Connors said, getting to the point.